CHAPTER 660: CHAPTER 559: MAGAZINE SHOOT

Everyone in the circle knew the specific problems that had arisen, they all had a tacit understanding.

The makeup artist went to fetch something from the car, so at the moment, the makeup room only had Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao, two people. Wen Qiao sipped the coffee Jiang Yao had just bought and shook her head, "So, you’re also someone who survives on connections just like me."

Jiang Yao: "..."

Was she actually proud of that?

"Knock knock," the door to the makeup room was tapped, and Wen Qiao raised her voice and said, "Come in." The makeup artist, lugging items, entered.

"Sorry, I left a small box of hairpins in the car that I need for styling."

"No problem, no problem," Wen Qiao pushed the Starbucks coffee Jiang Yao had brought over, "Have a drink first to relax."

"No worries." The makeup artist smiled, "Let’s start with your makeup."

Seeing the makeup artist was adamant, Wen Qiao didn’t insist further, put down her phone and coffee, sat in front of the makeup mirror, and obediently let the makeup artist work on her face.

The makeup artist admired Wen Qiao’s beauty from up close and wondered for the umpteenth time that if Heaven truly favored someone, it was egregiously obvious.

Her fair and smooth skin, natural and wild brows, innocent eyes when bare-faced that turned charming with makeup, thick eyelashes, a high and pert nose, and small well-shaped lips—she seemed like Heaven’s proudest creation.

She was also very well-mannered and polite, nothing like what the internet claimed, truly likable.

The makeup artist, with tears in her eyes, glanced at her own mundane appearance in the mirror, quickly looked away, and delicately outlined Wen Qiao’s eyeliner again, saying, "Done."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qiao lifted her head from her phone, looked at herself in the mirror—her beautiful features, delicate makeup—feeling quite pleased, almost buoyant.

However, she didn’t show it, and nodded to the makeup artist, "Thanks."

"No trouble at all."

The door to the makeup room was pushed open, Jiang Yao came in from outside, nodded at the makeup artist who then left the room, leaving Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao alone.

Once the stranger left, Wen Qiao immediately stood up, lifting her skirt, and turned half a circle to show Jiang Yao her outfit.

Jiang Yao was quite supportive, "Wow, who’s this beauty?"

Wen Qiao smiled subtly, "Well, she’s certainly not from your family."

"..."

Jiang Yao’s smile faded, and she watched her expressionlessly, "Alright, we know you belong to the Fu Family; stop flaunting. Everything is set on the set, let’s go shoot."

Wen Qiao formed her mouth into an ’o’: "Oh."

The magazine had prepared a red strapless chiffon dress for Wen Qiao, the thin straps hanging on her slender shoulders, her clavicle and straight neckline almost parallel. There was a temporary tattoo of a rose on her right ankle.

Wen Qiao was the person Jiang Yao thought looked best in red, her skin white as snow, stunning in a way that made it hard to look away.

The hem of the dress was a bit long, so Jiang Yao held it up a bit from behind.

The indoor set was already prepared, and upon arriving, Wen Qiao indeed saw someone who was unexpected, yet seemed right within reason.

Cover and inside page models differed, with demarcations in rank and status, naturally the photographers shooting these two contents were also different.

The cover was a deciding factor for a magazine’s sales, thus the photographer for the cover was definitely experienced and well-known.